REMI
the bastion
Darling, you never could scare me
Set me ablaze like you do
Set me ablaze like you do
Remi considers that for a moment, his mouth quirking before he gives a boyish wrinkle of his nose, the expression somewhere between amused and resigned. "Yes," he concedes softly with a small laugh, "it does feel a bit like that." His shoulders lift and fall in an exaggerated little shrug, as though the idea alone deserves mockery, even as his thumb continues its familiar, unconscious stroke against Ronin’s hand.
When Ronin draws him in, Remi goes easily, melting into the embrace with a theatrical huff of a sigh, his head tipping back just enough to shake it from side to side. The memory of Phoebe’s original suggestion still has the power to make his brow furrow, lips pressing together as something between discomfort and disbelief settles there; the idea of both of them fucking her to completion is as nauseating now as it was then. His eyes flick up meaningfully, widening with emphatic clarity as he adds, "Honestly, the idea feels less clinical and more impossible." He stops there, the implication clear enough, his expression making it abundantly obvious that if that woman were Phoebe, it would have rendered the entire endeavour a non-starter.
The tension eases as quickly as it came, softened by Ronin’s warmth and the steadiness of his presence, and Remi lets out a quieter breath before inhaling deeply, the scent of flowers filling his lungs. Then his attention comes back to Ronin with sudden brightness, something effervescent bubbling up behind his eyes. Reaching up, he cups both of Ronin’s cheeks in his hands, thumbs brushing warm skin, his smile breaking wide and unguarded. "Ronin," he says, the name reverent and thrilled all at once, "we are going to have another baby.' The words fizz as they leave him, light and celebratory, and before the feeling can dissipate he leans in, closing the distance to kiss his husband deeply, pouring all of that joy and wonder into the contact without hesitation.
When Ronin draws him in, Remi goes easily, melting into the embrace with a theatrical huff of a sigh, his head tipping back just enough to shake it from side to side. The memory of Phoebe’s original suggestion still has the power to make his brow furrow, lips pressing together as something between discomfort and disbelief settles there; the idea of both of them fucking her to completion is as nauseating now as it was then. His eyes flick up meaningfully, widening with emphatic clarity as he adds, "Honestly, the idea feels less clinical and more impossible." He stops there, the implication clear enough, his expression making it abundantly obvious that if that woman were Phoebe, it would have rendered the entire endeavour a non-starter.
The tension eases as quickly as it came, softened by Ronin’s warmth and the steadiness of his presence, and Remi lets out a quieter breath before inhaling deeply, the scent of flowers filling his lungs. Then his attention comes back to Ronin with sudden brightness, something effervescent bubbling up behind his eyes. Reaching up, he cups both of Ronin’s cheeks in his hands, thumbs brushing warm skin, his smile breaking wide and unguarded. "Ronin," he says, the name reverent and thrilled all at once, "we are going to have another baby.' The words fizz as they leave him, light and celebratory, and before the feeling can dissipate he leans in, closing the distance to kiss his husband deeply, pouring all of that joy and wonder into the contact without hesitation.
I'd walk over coals in my bare feet
If that gets me closer to you
If that gets me closer to you
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
